Cutsman - HORSE the Band

What is that?

(Fire from the gods)

I don’t know

Powerglove

That little bastard

With his tricks and vile forms of play

Hacking, shaving, slicing, mutilating

All that gets before him, or that gets in his way

Coming around, down the stairs

The wood cracked beneath my feet

My hand slid across the rail

Collecting dust on my fingertips

Then I came into a dark room

That smelled of wet stone and many years

And there was a robotic retard

With a blank empty stare

It was a little android man

Half the size that I am

Scissors on his head

Scissors on his fucking head

Little android man

Born without a soul

Without that force of reason

The scissors took control

Little android man

Born without a heart

If he’s in your vicinity he’ll cut you apart

Here he comes, there’s no time

It’s just a game

Don’t look back, he’s right behind

Here’s your piece of mind

Cut!

Cut!

Cut-Cut!

Cut!

Cut!

Cut-Cut!

Cut!

Cut!

Cut-Cut!

Cut!

Cut!

Cut-Cut!

Cut!

Cut!

Cut-Cut!

Cut!

Cut!

Cut-Cut!

Little android man

Born without a soul

Without a voice of reason

The scissors took control

Little android man

Born without a heart

Anything in his vicinity

He’ll cut you apart

Little android man

Never, never, never trust a

Little android man

He’ll cut, cut, cut, cut!

(I love the Powerglove, it’s so bad)